I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

Like a bird, fly against the wind of opinions to reach your destination.

Brainstorming is the nexus of ideas.

No empty words and gestures, but hands filled with hands, hands pointing the way, hands tracing new lines as age slowly creases its course from the corners of my eyes.

My slurred speech isn’t from one or nine drinks too many, it’s from my father.

The world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't mind some people dying all the time or maybe only starving some of the time which isn't half so bad if it isn't you.

I wouldn't even have braces on my teeth. I think they are horrible and this idea that everyone should conform and be perfect is ridiculous.

Drinking is not a spectator sport.

Songwriting is the way of perpetual want. Songwriters are the blessed/cursed people. You will never have a moment's peace in your life. You will always be wanting the next song.

Can you imagine a world in which the letter O does not exist? My name would be Thm Yrke. Think about that.

Now, knowing better, we can act better, we can live better, and give the animals, our children and ourselves a true reason for hope and celebration.